Easter Sunday for the Ants

what must it be like to be an ant and live for your intended purpose, never knowing why but also never wondering. content to be as you are, as He intended you to be. and you know there are giants walking the earth upstairs, and though you are small, sometimes you bite these giants and fight these giants in defense of your tiny little home; it may seem small to them but it is a palace to you.

You never wonder why you exist or where the next meal will come from, but nevertheless, you feel an immeasurable sadness that He will never enter into your home the way the giants receive Him. this glimpse of Eternity is fleeting but it exists due to the closeness of a life lived as God had planned it.

and then. one day. one glorious day, it happens. He is in your home. you don't even notice Him at first because you were so worn out from the day before, a horrible dreadful day. rain that never stopped. earth that shook and shook. you thought you were going to die. you thought everyone was going to die, even the giants. you rushed back and forth trying to save your family, trying to save your food, and all the while, a feeling of immeasurable sorrow ran through the panic. a sense of deprivation and a sense of loss. and gradually you came to understand that, if you were to die, it would be due to sorrow.

but you did not die. He did. He has died, but not really. He has been placed in the earth, and He is so close now, so close you can hardly contain your excitement. the giants think He is dead and gone for good, but they are easily distracted from their true purpose. so while the giants grieve and mourn, you run about as best you can, showing how good you are at what He created you to do. while the giants weep you revel in the gift of a Visitor. and as the giants mourn, you celebrate. you see that He is a giant too but somehow, He fits in your house. the entire earth is your house after all, the entire world, His home.

He tells you He can only stay for a day but that is okay, because everything is different now. it might Holy Saturday for the giants, but today is Easter Sunday for the ants.